Brockwell Park in autumn – poems (2)

Poems by Tom, Annie, Adam, Elwood, Hetty, Chyanne, Kia, Lilah and Macie

Scooting through Brockwell Park, what can I feel?
The autumn chill
The sun shining through the trees
The soft, leathery surface of a leaf
A smooth, chocolate brown conker
A squidgy fungus.

Scooting through Brockwell Park, what can I see?
Colourful leaves and vibrant trees
Leaves decorating the path with
An emerald, orange and fire coloured carpet.
Leaves playing around on their branches
A leaf slowly fluttering down like a dying butterfly
My breath clouding in front of me.

Scooting through Brockwell Park, what can I hear?
The autumn breeze whispering in my ear
Parakeets tweeting crazy tunes
Dogs barking at squirrels
Traffic on the road ahead
Crunching leaves below my feet.
Tom

 

Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I see?
Leaves surfing down like a kite floating to the ground
A carpet of amber, gold and cherry red filling the grey path
Squirrels gathering nuts, hibernating hedgehogs
And birds flying far and wide.

Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I hear?
The crunching of leaves
Like burnt bacon
Parakeets screeching
Bursts of lime green in the sky.

Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I feel?
The damp dew on the grass below
The smooth conker shells
Wood brown
Cold breeze on my face
By my foot a silky pigeon feather
As I dropped it, it floated to the damp grass.
Annie

 

Walking through Brockwell Park
What can I see?
Leaves shivering on trees like they
Have frostbite
Swaying like a boat on a choppy sea
Waiting for their time to come
Then they let go of the branch
And ride the wind like a
Professional surfer
Before they start pushing for space
On the ground
Like a rugby scrum.

Walking through Brockwell park
What can I hear?
Parakeets screeching
Dogs barking at squirrels
The wind singing to me
People stepping on leaves that
Crunch under their feet like crisp packets.

Walking through Brockwell Park
What can I feel?
The autumn chill in the breeze
Blowing in my face
Dampness
Dew
The smooth surface of a
Conker in my palm
That feels like a sheet of
Laminated paper.
I can feel it’s autumn.
Adam

 

Walking through Brockwell Park
What can I see?
Squirrels fighting over acorns
Honey coloured leaves waiting to fall
Chestnuts falling like bombs!
Spiders hiding everywhere you look
Slugs waiting for rain.

Walking through Brockwell Park
What can I hear?
The drone of cars on the road
The beating wings of the parakeets
The almost silent sound of the autumn breeze.

Walking through Brockwell Park
What can I feel?
I feel the autumn breeze on my cheeks
I feel damp, wet, honey gold leaves
The ground is slippery and when you skid
You leave marks like slime.
Elwood

 

Walking through Brockwell Park
I can see
Acorns dropping with their friends
And family
Saying its autumn.
I can see
Leaves pushing and shoving
While I walk through the swimming pool of
Candy red, lemony yellow
And salad green leaves.

Walking through Brockwell Park
I can hear
The leaves crunching while children play.
I can hear
Parakeets screaming in the
Autumn air.
I can hear
The trees swishing in the cold
Frosty air.

Walking through Brockwell Park
I can feel
The cold autumn breeze on my face
Making me cold.
I can feel
The wet silky conkers
I can feel
The crispy rust red
Leaves under my feet.
Hetty

 

Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I see?
Autumn leaves shape-shifting into tornadoes
From jade green to rust red and then crispy gold and brown
Leaves are like vibrant birds migrating through wind
Ready to say bye bye summer and shuffle off trees
As they glide down they make autumn’s carpet
Their time has come to become pieces of the earth.

Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I hear?
The scene of autumn
Exploding conkers
Scurrying squirrel footsteps on dry leaves
The flapping of a parakeet
As it goes higher and higher
Fainter and fainter
Such wonderful times that give a tingle of joy
In your spine
When bursts of children laughing reaches your ears!

Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I feel?
A slight chill of autumn appearing
Whistling wind on my icy toes
The concrete as uneven as can be
Beneath the conkers and acorns
The soggy grass is my mushroom grotto
I can feel the autumn signal engaging my interest
A time for the sparkling, glittering sun above me.
Chyanne

 

Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I see?
Leaves crunching and crackling like crisps
Lots of leaves scattered around like
The people in the underground
A carpet of leaves over the muddy grass.

Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I hear?
A sound of autumn calling me
To play outside
The wind blowing leaves
Crunching under your feet
Dogs barking to the wind.

Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I feel?
A slight chill of air whipping on my cheeks
A wet, damp, marmalade leaf lying on the earth
The damp pavement like an ice skating rink
I pick up a smooth conker shell
And CRACK it went
And the shiny conker popped out.
Kia

 

Walking through Brockwell Park
What can I see?
A carpet of crunchy brown leaves
Leaves scattered everywhere on
The floor like a really bad crowd
Bugs crawling in the tree
Like people in a village
Conkers falling off the tree like coconuts.

Walking through Brockwell Park
What can I hear?
Parakeets singing to me
Leaves crunching in my ear
Trees rustling like a toy shaker.

Walking through Brockwell Park
What can I feel?
The autumn breeze making my ears sting
My body feels cold through like its
Frozen to ice
I can feel a red leaf so soft that
I can rub it on my ruby cheeks.
Lilah

 

Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I see?
Lots of twisted trees
Really cool clouds
The leaves dancing.

Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I hear?
Children collecting conkers
Parakeets screeching for food
Dogs running and barking
The autumn song.

Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I feel?
Wet damp grass that I can skid on
Flat big leaves
With sharp knife edges
Leathery conker shells
Macie